The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The black dagger in Tanlang's hand was driven into Jiang Chen's chest.

The sound of metal tearing flesh exploded above the narrow altar.

Jiang Chen groaned, his knuckles turning blue from gripping Nalan Jia's ankle so tightly.

The tender flesh that had just grown on his chest split open again, and black blood slid down the blade, splattering onto Nalanjia's white gauze dress.

Nalanjia was pulled by Jiang Chen and fell face-first onto him.

Her eyes, which shone only with white light, were fixed on the hilt of the knife throbbing against her chest. The ethereal look on her face was replaced by an expression that was a mixture of astonishment and disgust.

The dragon blood within Jiang Chen's body seemed to be completely ignited by this strike.

He gripped Nalanjia's bones tightly, his lips moving, but only blood bubbles with bits of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Get out of my way, you obstruction."

Po Jun took a step forward, and the massive sword in his hand, as wide as a door panel, carved a deep trench in the stone ground.

Sparks from the friction between the giant sword and the rock landed on Xiao Ruoye's shoes.

Xiao Ruoye stood at the edge of the altar, feeling as if a burning clump of dry grass had been stuffed into her chest.

Her fingers, gripping the broken half of the knife, trembled incessantly, and drops of blood from between her fingers fell onto the bluestone slab.

Po Jun's arm muscles bulged, and the dark red heavy armor emitted a mechanical meshing sound.

He slightly parted his legs, exerted force from his waist, and the serrated greatsword, weighing several hundred pounds, brought up a red, malevolent wind.

The slashing sword created a piercing shriek that shook the altar's stone pillars.

Xiao Ruoye gritted her teeth and let out a low growl.

She held the broken, chipped blade horizontally.

The crimson sword light struck the center of the blade.

The heavy force traveled along the back of the knife into her arms.

The bluestone slab beneath Xiao Ruoye's feet could not withstand the pressure and instantly crumbled into powder.

She felt as if her legs had been hammered into the ground, and the bones below her knees made a cracking sound.

A salty, metallic taste rose from deep in her throat, and Xiao Ruoye forced her mouth shut, swallowing the blood back down.

She cannot fall.

Behind him was Jiang Chen, that madman who was still desperately trying to survive.

"Sirs, this woman is at her last gasp; don't waste time with her."

Utu stood within the protective circle of the crossbowmen, his old face plastered with obsequiousness.

He stared at Nalanjia on the altar, a glint of greed in his eyes.

He pulled a blood-red bone whistle from his wide sleeves and put it in his mouth.

"Shh-"

The piercing whistle echoed through the cave, making one's eardrums ache.

The swirling, purplish-black miasma around them seemed to be summoned the moment they heard the whistle.

The toxic fog began to converge frantically towards the top of the cavity.

Utu's face was cold, and he formed a strange hand seal with his fingers.

"Blood sacrifice, lightning-summoning array!"

Above the originally gloomy underground palace, several blood-red arcs of electricity appeared out of thin air.

Lightning crackled and instantly struck the swarm of insects manipulated by Jun Yao.

"Crack!"

Those gold-eating ants and poisonous bees, powerful enough to kill an elephant, didn't even have a chance to struggle.

They were turned into charred lumps by the bombardment of the blood thunder, falling to the ground in large numbers.

Junyao groaned, her body swayed twice, and two streams of dark purple blood flowed from her nostrils.

"Big brother...it's not ready yet..."

She gripped her sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with malice.

At this moment, the Greedy Wolf made its move.

His figure moved like a gray shadow, instantly bypassing Xiao Ruoye, who was facing off against Po Jun.

He flicked his wrist, and the two wolf-tooth daggers traced a cold, sinister arc.

The target is not Jiang Chen.

Instead, it was Nalanjia, who was in a critical period of treatment and whose energy was extremely unstable.

As long as the donor is killed, the energy within Jiang Chen's body will instantly go berserk and explode into minced meat.

"Dream on!"

Xiao Ruoye's left arm had completely lost sensation due to the backlash from the drug.

That hand hung limply at his side like a rotten log, the veins beneath the skin had turned a terrifying bluish-black.

She twisted her body forcefully, and her spine made a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

Xiao Ruoye used her intact right side to charge at Tanlang's dagger.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

Greedy Wolf's dagger pierced straight through Xiao Ruoye's shoulder.

The cold blade sliced ​​through her shoulder blade, revealing half of its blood-red tip through her back.

Blood spurted out.

It splashed onto Jiang Chen's still-smoking chest.

Xiao Ruoye didn't retreat; she even pushed forward half an inch.

The sharp pain in her shoulder caused a momentary blankness in her cerebral cortex, but her inherent ruthlessness made her grip Tanlang's arm tightly.

"you……"

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the face of Tanlang, who was wearing a silver mask.

He had never seen a fighting style where someone risked their life to avoid injury.

Blood dripped from the corner of Xiao Ruoye's mouth.

At that moment, she suddenly thrust out the broken half of the knife she was holding in her right hand.

There were no skills, no techniques, only brute force used in a desperate gamble.

The broken knife pierced the wolf's belly.

Although it was only a little deep, the Geng metal energy attached to it still managed to shred some of the opponent's internal organs.

"Crazy woman!"

Greedy Wolf cursed angrily, bent his right leg, and slammed it heavily against Xiao Ruoye's wound.

Xiao Ruoye was kicked backward and sent flying, the broken sword slipping from her hand.

Greedy Wolf clutched his abdomen and leaped backward several meters in a disheveled state, blood seeping from between his fingers.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Po Jun's voice rang in Xiao Ruoye's ears.

The giant sword in his hand was already raised above his head.

As soon as Xiao Ruoye raised her head from the ground, her vision was blocked by a huge shadow.

The heavy sword swept across.

The blow landed on Xiao Ruoye's side.

That's a weight heavy enough to crush rocks into dust.

Xiao Ruoye was like a tattered sack, whipped and sent flying, crashing heavily into the white jade pillar at the edge of the altar.

"Bang!"

A crack appeared in the stone pillar.

Xiao Ruoye slid to the ground, half of her body already soaked in blood.

She gasped for breath, and with each breath, her broken ribs churned inside her lungs.

"Wakaba-nee!"

Shen Suxin cried and tried to rush over, but was knocked down by the shockwave behind her and fell next to Jiang Chen.

Po Jun, carrying his heavy sword, walked step by step up the steps of the altar.

He looked at Xiao Ruoye, who was slumped under the pillar, with no patience left in his eyes.

"A woman like you could fetch a good price in the capital, but unfortunately you're too stubborn."

He turned his head and stared at Jiang Chen, who was still trembling in Nalanjia's arms.

"It's time to end this."

Po Jun gripped the sword hilt with both hands, frantically pouring all his true energy into the massive door-shaped sword.

The crimson sword energy flickered uncertainly at the blade's edge.

Xiao Ruoye looked at the other person.

She tried to stand up, but her legs had lost all feeling and she couldn't muster any strength in her back.

She rested her chin on the cold ground, staring in Jiang Chen's direction.

Jiang Chen.

Wake up.

Po Jun let out a roar, his arm muscles twisting like snakes.

That heavy sword, imbued with the aura of death.

Pointing at Xiao Ruoye's head.

It crashed down with a deafening roar.